What if second were stopped from ticking by,
and time was just a number,

If loves ones would never die,
Leaving me alone so somber.

If we could hold on to the happy moments,
and push the pain away.

Would this world be full of life and colour,
Instead of being grey?

HIS KISS WAS POISON.
THAT I MISTOOK FOR LOVE
I BELIEVED THAT HE WAS THE ONE,
HE HAD TO BE.
THIS RELATIONSHIP WAS FORCED
AND NOBODY COULD EVER LOVE ME.
WHEN HE FINALLY WALKED AWAY,
THAT’S WHEN I REALIZED IT WAS TRUE.
EVEN I CANT LOVE ME.
I DIDN’T BLAME HIM AT ALL.

BUT HE SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO LEAVE
AFTER ALL, HE TREATED ME LIKE DIRT
AND HIS WORDS WERE VENOM
WHILE HE LIED AND SAID HIS HAND WAS
NOT UNDER HER SKIRT.
BUT AT THAT PARTY, I SAW IT.
HE HAD NO REGRET.
OUR LOVE WASN’T REAL BUT
****,
DID THAT HURT.

NOW I’M HERE,
REMEMBERING WHEN HE WOULD
SAY HE WAS “JUST WITH THE GUYS”
BUT THE GUYS DON’T HAVE PERFECT LIPS
AND LUSTFUL BLUE EYES.
OR A DRESS THAT WAS TOO SHORT,
AND A NEED FOR ATTENTION.
HE WAS LOVE DRUNK
AND HE NEEDED AN INTERVENTION.

HIS WORDS TURNED HARSH AND
I KNEW THEY WERE TRUE.
I REMEMBER HOW HE SCREAMED
“NO ONE COULD LOVE YOU.”
IT RINGS IN MY EARS EVERY NIGHT,
IT’S ONE OF THE THINGS THAT KEEPS ME FROM BEING ALRIGHT.
NOW THERE’S TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE,
WARNING YOU ABOUT BROKEN HEARTS, JUST IN CASE.

If I could
pinpoint the
exact moment
your breath
touched mine
washed me over
in ocean waves
sea creatures glowing
in delightful recognition
as the seedlings
of connection
shimmied into our being
and, dancing within me
in its own lifeforce
your mind a living,
breathing animal
your heart, purring
and whirring its sacred forces
into my molecular structures
your soul throbbing
in mitochondric pulsing
(oh what
a delicious vibration
of ribosomes)
Between us, we hold
the true treasures
close, in frothy
                       tenderness
a purity of the expanse
of our universe,
swathed in prismatic color
colors that shift,
these fresh hues
for which there are no name
they are lucid and fine-woven
as silk histories
yet deep as earthcore
your eyes, voice
are forever burned
into my own
every day scriptures
that rock my shattered parts
into wholeness
and,
like ancient magic,
I conjure forth
the holy gospel
rising from our bones
every second of
every minute
as our deepest fires
our most secret filth
our murky corners
our darkest hours
we weave into light
brilliant and lustrous
multi-layered in the richest
folds of the earth
and as you place me
upon the shores
of your garland-graced
                              throne
Now I'm alive in a new
kind of light
and
all I can do
is love
        and love
and love

you do not have to be alone,
if you want, i can be your home.
i know i'm far away,
but hopefully we'll be together one day.
you can call me when you need me,
you can scream or cry, whatever it may be.
you don't have to put on a mask,
if you need to talk, just ask.